Couch 142 - Pope Hyginus' Final Resting Place (~Something in Latin~)

Oh good lord -are you all are planning on joining the Templars?

We're gonna be Illuminatae and Dan Brown is gonna write his next opus about us.

Oh christ not him
I forgot about him

The stress from my whole BIL situation coupled with my preexisting issues and marriage crap are making me feel like I am losing it. I just sent t a rambling email and I just need my mind to stop and it won't. I told him I was having some paranoid thoughts, but there is more to add just didn't want to say over email.

Stress can really make a person crazy.

Major irony just hit me.

1. CW says she's worried I'll sue her or complain to her board if she puts a foot wrong.

Later...

2. I wonder aloud if I should tell No. 3 I won't sue her or make a complaint against her.

And CW says, "why on earth would you assure her you won't do that?"



Therapists say the darnedest things.

My mom has been placed in hospice. It is in the hospital but under the umbrella of a hospice service. They have diagnosed her with an abdominal mass with complete bowel obstruction; basically, it is probably cancer but we aren't having a biopsy done per her wishes. Doctors figure it will be perhaps a few weeks and this will be where she will be until she passes. Family are all making plans to get down to see her in the next week.

Lola, im sorry.

I'm sorry - that's so hard. Hospice was wonderful with my grandpa for his end of life issues.

uh oh! (runs off to read the in session thread)

Lola: I'm sorry

Art: WHERE ARE YOU!? Come back, please?

Please, art? Or we will have to steal this statue of Artemis from the Vatican Museums to keep your spot warm.

Lola, my thoughts are with you and your family. That's so sad.

Holy moly! Now i see where kim kardashian gets her ideas!

There is a theory that those are not boobs but bulls' testes.

Hi, couch. I am home from CVS and popping in to check on the couch. Missed way too much on the last couch to catch up, though I did see the first few pages of this couch.

I have C in the morning, so I need to get to bed soon. I need to take my evening meds to since I failed to take them before leaving for CVS tonight. I am so bad about taking my meds... pdoc is going to kill me... well maybe not kill, but he probably will harp on me.

I still need to clean my room as well. Bad procrastinating squirrel. I am definitely in a low point in life with lack of motivation for anything. If I only gave a s h i t.

Oh Chris - I am so sorry.

I heard that.

Oh in other news, I learned a new term yesterday.

The lady I rent from had bought her dog a bag of treats that he in turned refused to eat, so she gave them to me to see if my mom's dog would eat them. He gobbled a few up when I gave them to him yesterday afternoon. My mom reads the bag and sees that there is only one ingredient: "bull pizzle". We both are perplexed at what pizzle may be... off to google we went. Her dog was eating pieces of bull penis. Why use the word pizzle and fool people. Lol.

Yay, new couch!

Theyre always bragging on the tv commercials that their dog food is made of "meat" - i guess technically theyre telling the truth, animal, vegetable, or mineral!

(((Chris))) I'm sorry about your mother.

Super stressed about work. Have never handled a project from start to end. I have ZERO project management experience because I'm just IT tech support and administrative support to the project managers. Just got told to propose a complete overhaul of the integrated audio visual and video conferencing systems for an entire company...in order to secure the budget since a the equipment is End of Life without any service or support contracts.

Can't even mention it to Family since it'd just give my dad more proof that I'm stupid, useless, incapable, that I'll never amount to anything.

This is my bosses' way of throwing me into the deep end to see if I swim or drown.

I hope I can rise up to it, but I have my strong doubts.

Almost had a meltdown. Colleague noticed I looked absolutely panicked. I told him I have no experience and don't know anything. He said he can assist, because he has his PMP and has several years experience.

One step at a time...

Lolagrace, hugs to you. Sorry you're in such a painful situation

i last smoked marijuana maybe 2ish week ago. before i went on vacation. im worried now because the store wants me to do a drug test within 48 hours. i already told the whoel world i got a job now i feel dumb and embarrassed. i dont know if ill have clean pee- doesnt it take like a MONTH for weed to exit your system???? FUDGE. i thought about smuggling in someone else's pee- i even asked my sister. but she didnt really asnwer my question directly so i dropped it.

however i have another interview today at 1 30- this one is MUCH closer to my home. the other one was 30 min away. this one is like 5 minutes. so my plan is to go to this interview and amaze them with my customer service skillz, get THIS job, and go from there.

the only reason they wnat to Drug test me at the other store is because i will be the service LEAD. at the store im going to today i will merely be a cashier and no one cares if cashiers have marijuana in their system as long as they can count change and smile

Junk -

Might be okay depending on how much you were smoking 2 weeks ago, etc., according to the rest of the site.

I would go for the job that pays more and gives you more responsibility, but I'm glad you have a fallback if you decide that's better for you.

Thank you everyone for the well wishes. It is heart-warming to come here and see those thoughts.

I'm okay at this point. I think it will hit me more when I see here next week, and particularly when I say goodbye to come back home. It will probably be a true goodbye, and that will be a sad day.

But there is a sense of relief right now that she's in the hospital and being properly cared for, that my Dad isn't trying to do it on his own and risking his own health and safety. Right now that is less stressful than that helpless feeling that more should be being done.

Our youngest son takes these losses hard. All this is happening at a time in his life when he should be celebrating; it's a stressful paradox around here. Last night was his senior recital. He sang an aria from Marriage of Figaro and a lovely duet with his best friend. Today is his last day of school. Saturday is his graduation. And his dear granny is dying. It's a difficult time.